[Audio] A Little Traveling Music Please

[purplexing]

Greetings, fellow convoy-ers. ...okay that didn't sound right ANYWAY-

I've been thinking we need better jammy-jams than whatever haunted soundtracks the Convoy decides to play for us, because even the worst of road trips needs some sort of music to help hold us over.

...of course since it's limited to whatever MP3s I've got on my phone, I hope that at least some of you have a taste for techno and eighties pop music. But if anyone else has happened to have some of their own music on hand, I will be happy to add it to the collection.

Ah, you say, but Donatello- how will we listen to your amazing tracklist? We've sorely neglected the localized radio network for other potentials- don't get me wrong, it's important getting the creepy messages whenever the thing picks them up, and yes, communication is a priority, but porque no las tres?

You are welcome to tune into the station, frequency seven-three-three-seven, at any time, barring any power outages of course.

Comments

[swingandwhistle]

Maybe if we see what else others have we'll have a full track of songs. Even things I don't know.

[purplexing]

Haha, maybe! It'd be cool to hear what songs from other worlds would be like too.

[swingandwhistle]

I'm sure by the time all is said and done there will be an assortment.

[purplexing]

Potentially! Having anything else as an option is still an improvement.

[swingandwhistle]

Too bad there won't be shit from my own world. Though, I am curious about everyone else's.

[purplexing]

I kind of assumed you were from some iteration of Earth at the very least.

[swingandwhistle]

Oh, I am. Just a very fucked up iteration.

[purplexing]

Ah.

...it wasn't because of aliens was it?

[swingandwhistle]

Aliens? No. Walkers, yes. Aliens no.

[purplexing]

Walkers...?

[swingandwhistle]

I'm not sure what you all call them. Though, closest thing would be zombies.

[purplexing]

O-oh, so your world went that way by way of apocalyptic...

[He is...not sure what to say about that. Sorry? That sucks?]

How did it happen?

[Information is something he at least knows how to deal with better than things that start getting into emotion-related territory.]

[swingandwhistle]

My world went that way.

[ You don't say a damn thing. Negan isn't looking for anyone to say anything about what happened to his world. ]

How about we talk about it later. Right now? We focus on what kind of music is amassing for us to listen to.

[purplexing]

S-sorry, right. You're right. I- sorry.

[He clears his throat, going silent for a little.]

Well, no one's got any standard rock so far. Don't suppose you like jazz?

[swingandwhistle]

Nothing to be sorry about, kid. Just not the time for that talk.

[ He isn't upset by the subject being brought up. ]

Never really listened to it. However, begger's can't be choosers here.

[purplexing]

[He still feels bad about it. It's his nature to ask questions, to info-gather, and therefore easy to overlook the sentiments that might be attached to it. Not that he's ever been great at clocking those.]

True. Maybe you'll find out you like it.

[swingandwhistle]

[ To Negan? There was still nothing to be sorry about. He didn't mind the questions, but just not in that moment. ]

Maybe I will.